Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Crime,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.